Hope for Baby Bennett: The world is his Everest

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The world is his Everest

"He won't stop climbing" I chuckled to our dear friend Colleen earlier today, as we watched him climb on and off her sweet black cat over and over again.

"But...he won't stop climbing" I whimpered to my husband when he walked in the door tonight, as he turned to see him standing on the kids' picnic table.

"No seriously...he WON'T stop climbing" I cried to my mom tonight as I watched him try to launch himself from the rocking chair into his crib for the hundredth time.

I am not exaggerating folks. Bodie has apparently decided he is in training for the next hike up Everest because he will.not.stop.climbing. And everything he climbs is dangerous to him...is dangerous to anyone standing nearby. A heart attack a minute for mama!

On the couch...

Over the couch (which he successfully launched himself completely over last week) - and I do have to give him bonus points for flair - do you see that pointed toe?...

On the ottoman...

On the rocking chair...

Apparently no one told HIM he had a half a heart and shouldn't be able to climb. Some days I think it'd be ok if he knew. Today was one of those days. :-)

3 comments:

Connor my little frogAugust 24, 2011 at 10:38 PM
It must be in there blood.., Connor will climb over everything and it scares me to death!!!! Our baby boys have no fear I wish I had some of that

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JennyAugust 25, 2011 at 5:33 AM
LOL. Oh Bodie- you are gonna be handful for your poor mama! ;)
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StaceyAugust 25, 2011 at 11:02 AM
Oh thanks for the heads-up! Like I don't have enough to worry about :) Those pictures made my heart flutter, I can only imagine yours!!!
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."